With a groan of disappointment, I’m grabbed by the hips and dragged off the counter.
“Upstairs,” Liam says firmly. “I want both of you on your hands and knees in my bed.”
Lust tumbles through me, and I glance at Stasi. Grinning, we lock hands and race for the stairs.
I play with fire all the way to his bed, stealing kisses and sinful touches from her.
By the time Liam joins us in his room, we’re both grinding against each other in his bed, lip-locked and whining for release.
I spot his glorious, naked backside slipping into his closet, and my pulse quickens when he returns with two small, black silicone plugs.
“Oh, fuck,” I utter.
Stasi’s eyes blow wide as she notices the toys he’s holding.
“You tell me if anything I do is too much. I only want to make you feel good,” he says.
He waits for a nod before those scary eyes dart to me in question. I nod so hard it brings a pain to my skull.
“Hell yeah, I want to be stuffed.”
Liam grins and crawls onto the bed with us, those big thigh muscles at work.
“Flip over, trouble. I’m gonna plug you first. Then you’re gonna watch me make Stasi come before I fuck all the thoughts from your pretty head.”
My heart stutters. I’m not sure if Liam’s an angel or the devil. Either way, he’s taking something precious from me tonight.
twenty
Stasi
Liam’s always excelled at getting people out of their heads. He claims this keen intuition was born out of necessity, but I believe it’s woven into the very fabric of his being.
Which makes it hard for me to accept this warped view he has of himself emerging from beneath his armor.
Peeking over my shoulder, I watch Liam settle behind Beau on the bed, determined to vanquish whatever shadows latched onto Beau while we were playing in the rain.
Liam grazes his hands along Beau’s hips, running them up past his ribs and shoulders.
But that’s where his gentle touches end.
Fisting Beau’s damp hair, Liam shoves his head down onto the mattress. Wide eyes meet mine, dilated pupils nearly swallowing the ring of deep blue.
Liam reaches for a bottle of lube and slicks up his fingers. My clit throbs as he moves that hand between Beau’s cheeks. Beau writhes and claws at the sheets, trying to shove himself back on Liam’s hovering fingers.
“Think he deserves it, Stas?” Liam asks.
Beau pleads with me through his gaze. I nod, and the moan he releases when Liam finally breaches him has me pressing fingernails intomy bare thighs.
Shifting on my knees to get some friction between my legs, I watch Liam move his fingers in and out of Beau in a tortuously slow rhythm.
Liam reaches for one of the silicone plugs, coating it with lube. I hold my breath while he makes it disappear inside Beau.
“Fuck. So full,” Beau groans, dropping his hips to the bed to grind against it.
Liam grabs handfuls of Beau’s ass and lifts him back onto his knees, leaving red imprints on his skin. “Those curses are gonna turn into you begging for my cock soon enough, trouble.”
Dark, ravenous eyes slide to me next. A shudder wracks me as Liam prowls closer.
